Sep 2014
I am of man, yet still untold.
Hold tide together and race into sunset.
I am of man; atrophied, and unfold to meet daybreak air.
Set, I am hollow -- a stale, earthly wear.
Hold tide together and race into sunset.
I am of man; atrophied, and unfold to meet daybreak air.
Set, I am hollow -- a stale, earthly wear.
I hate writers block.
Sounds a little cheesy.
Sounds a little cheesy.
